It's not because I miss him.

After Jonathan and Vasin left Yunhe, Jiang Songhe and Lin Duole held a short meeting to discuss the details of tomorrow's screening. They discussed who from the platform and investors would be attending, their expected responses, and how much time should be allocated for the meeting.

Half an hour later, Feng Siyu, along with six girls from the publicity team, rushed back to the company in a flurry, carrying takeout boxes from Hejia Restaurant.

Jiang Songhe and Lin Duole came out of the office and were about to go to the conference room to review Janus's reaction materials when they ran into the publicity team. He glanced at the 7 people and 14 hands carrying large and small bags, and judging from the amount of packing, the dinner party must have ended early.

He then asked, "Did they change chefs? Did you not eat well?"

Feng Siyu took out the prepaid card for Hejia Restaurant from her pocket and returned it to the owner. She waved her hand behind her back, signaling her group of friends to turn around and go straight into the conference room. Then she smiled mischievously and said, "No, it's super delicious! So we snatched all the dishes that weren't served yet!"

Jiang Songhe: "..."

"Don't worry, Ms. Jiang. The ladies from the other departments have all finished eating. They took some dishes home for their families and left early. The rest are all rough men. They drank so much in the middle of the day that their tongues were practically slurred, and they were sneaking around eating the cold dishes. They wouldn't be able to taste these chaff anyway."

Jiang Songhe was a little amused and exasperated, but with the preparation work being done in a tight schedule and with a heavy workload, she didn't say much and quickly entered the large conference room.

The girls discussed the division of labor while placing the takeout boxes on the disposable tablecloth spread on the table, creating a picnic-like atmosphere.

Lin Duole went to the TV, glanced at the paused screen, then took out the memory card from the three devices and inserted it into the converter. He then placed the tripod against the wall and connected the converter to the TV.

Jiang Songhe usually sits in the head seat near the door during meetings in the large conference room. The television played footage, and the protagonist's face appeared on the screen. He adjusted the back of his head seat, which had been pulled out slightly, and then pushed it back in.

Finally, I went inside and chose a seat in the middle. My neighbor was Feng Siyu, so I could easily receive the ideas from the head of the publicity team.

Noticing the boss sit down beside her, Feng Siyu's movements as she served the food instantly tensed up. She glanced sideways at him and reluctantly offered up the small pieces of the Beijing Eight Delicacies Platter on the paper plate: "President Jiang, please eat first."

Jiang Songhe hadn't actually been paying attention to Feng Siyu. Hearing the sound, he looked down at the cat-like food in front of him. Perhaps influenced by the scene on the screen, he suddenly remembered that someone hadn't tried Beijing Eight Delicacies before. He grabbed the edge of the paper plate and pretended to pull it towards him.

He quickly felt a mournful gaze sweep over the back of his hand, and realized he was about to have to fight a little girl for a dessert. His mind went blank again. He cleared his throat and immediately pushed the paper plate back: "No, thank you. I don't like sweets."

"How could I possibly accept that?" Feng Siyu blinked mischievously, secretly straightening the paper plate with both hands, then skewered a piece of Aiwowo (a type of steamed bun) with a small fork and stuffed it into her mouth, humming contentedly, "Mmm~~ Full health and mana~~~ Ready to work overtime~~~~"

Is it really that delicious?

In fact, the traditional Beijing Eight Delicacies are eight kinds of dry pastries. However, Hejia Restaurant probably replaced them with representative pastries such as donkey roll, pea flour cake, Sachima, and Aiwowo to cater to the local characteristics and popular tastes. These pastries are quite popular with girls and children.

For some reason, Jiang Songhe's mind conjured up an image of someone happily eating baked pumpkin with salted egg yolk in the kitchen at home, nodding their head and swaying. She wondered if they had eaten the leftovers in the refrigerator.

I looked up at the table again and saw that the takeout box containing the Beijing Eight Delicacies had been completely devoured by the girls; it must have been quite delicious.

Jiang Songhe thought that even if things were urgent, it wouldn't hurt to let the employees have a good meal first. So he looked away, took out his phone, sent a WeChat message to the manager of Hejia Restaurant, made a dinner reservation, and then rushed to the Jiang family villa.

It was specifically mentioned that the "choking biscuit" in the Beijing Eight Delicacies was replaced with hawthorn cake.

After sending the WeChat message, I sent another round of red envelopes in the company group to express my apologies for the poor hospitality at the dinner.

The conference room was then filled with the sound of tinkling bells, and the scene of bats hanging in the cave was recreated. The difference was that this time, Jiang Songhe could hear a chorus of exclamations.

"Wow, what a big bag! Thank you..." The girl sitting directly opposite was still thanking him when she looked up and saw a noticeable cut on the boss's lower lip. She exclaimed, "Mr. Jiang, what happened to your mouth?!"

"..." Jiang Songhe subconsciously pursed her lips, licked the cut that extended into her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and it still stung. Disdaining to lie, she silently licked it, unable to utter a word for a moment.

"He's got a sore throat! President Jiang must be getting a sore throat!" Lin Duole grabbed the remote control and plopped down next to the girl to attract everyone's attention.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand, tilted her head, and whispered to Lin Duole at a volume loud enough for Jiang Songhe to hear: "Hmm, I remember it wasn't here this morning~ And the shape doesn't look right either, it shouldn't be round when it's 'heatiness'..."

"Hey, do you still want some of these crispy shrimp?" Lin Duole stood up abruptly, leaned forward to block the girl's view, grabbed the last two shrimp tails with both hands, and took the opportunity to give the boss a look of self-sacrifice.

Jiang Songhe: "..."

Then he ate the shrimp in one hand whole, sat down, and prepared to eat the other one: "If you don't eat it, I'll be lucky."

Despite her petite stature, Lin Duole was categorized as a "rough guy" by the publicity team, someone unworthy to sit at the same table as the delicate one. Although they usually bickered and joked around, a battle still raged when faced with a rare treat.

The girl, unable to distinguish between genuine and feigned anger, grabbed Lin Duole's wrist possessively, saying, "Who said no one's eating?! Give it to me!"

Lin Duole leaned to one side, lowered his head, and swallowed the shrimp he was playing with in a tug-of-war. After swallowing it, he grinned and provocatively said, "Ah~ it's gone."

The other girls present laughed so hard they were doubled over. Jiang Songhe awkwardly changed the subject, but seeing this scene still gave him a headache. So he took out his phone again and sent another WeChat message to the manager of Hejia Restaurant.

We ordered two more servings of crispy prawns and several other dishes that were almost empty on the table, hoping they would be delivered to Yunhe as soon as possible.

Seeing that it was almost time, he turned his phone face down, interlaced his fingers in front of him, and said seriously, "Let's look at the footage."

Everyone stopped laughing and joking, looked seriously at the screen, and even ate their food in silence.

Since Jonathan only watched the first episode of "Yan Ge Xing," his reaction material ran out quickly. Fortunately, the top idol's performance was natural and authentic, and he even made some funny mistakes during the viewing, like the translation malfunction between Civic and English. This should be more than enough for tomorrow morning's screening.

Seeing that the others were still engrossed in their own stories, Feng Siyu took the lead in expressing her ideas for the later stages: to focus on showcasing the real side of idols who seem unattainable, highlighting the contrast between their appearance and their personality, and to emphasize the exclusivity of the copywriting.

With a direction in mind, the publicity team members turned their attention back from the screens and focused on the discussion at the table, assigning post-production tasks based on their respective strengths. An hour later, the selection of materials, editing, integration of materials, and video packaging were all arranged and began to be implemented in an orderly manner.

Tomorrow's screening will determine whether "Yan Ge Xing" can return to the annual film lists of various platforms as originally planned. Having only the main feature and self-produced online variety shows isn't enough.

We also need to leverage all of Yunhe's existing advantages to convince the platform and investors that "Yan Ge Xing" has considerable retention and user acquisition capabilities and can create long-tail value for all parties.

It can only succeed; failure is not an option.

With employees sacrificing their rest time to stay at the company and work tirelessly, Jiang Songhe naturally felt obligated to stay and support them. He remarked, "Feel free to order anything you want, I'll reimburse you later. Contact me anytime if you have any problems," before leaving the "battlefield" and returning to his office.

Jiang Songhe himself couldn't just sit back and do nothing; he had to send WeChat messages to each investor to keep them updated on the follow-up arrangements for "Yan Ge Xing." At this critical juncture, he had to reassure all the investors.

Lin Duole was responsible for preparing the full-process review PPT for the meeting, from project initiation and preparation to team building, from filming and post-production to marketing strategy, making sure to present the high value of the "Yan Ge Xing" project in a substantial way.

Since the entire process had been overseen by former producer Xu Qin, and Lin Duole was only his assistant, he was unclear about many details and had to repeatedly knock on the boss's office door to consult with producer Jiang, who was equally knowledgeable about the whole picture.

At that time, Jiang Songhe had just finished administering the calming pills and was preparing to meditate and rehearse the problems that would arise tomorrow. He was interrupted by Lin Duole several times, so he simply asked Lin Duole to prepare in the office. However, he could only summarize all the questions and raise them all at once.

Just when things had calmed down, Jiang Songhe was harassed on WeChat again. A stylist named Grace sent a bunch of nonsensical messages late at night, along with some strange emojis. It was hard for Jiang Songhe to reconcile her professional image with her frivolous tone.

Frustrated and annoyed all day, Jiang Songhe nearly lost her temper and uttered some harsh words. Ultimately, considering the other person was at least a woman, she decided to let it go, ending the conversation with a cold remark and tossing her phone aside.

At 1:30 a.m., Feng Siyu, her eyes bruised and bloodshot, knocked on the door of General Manager Jiang's office with a look of utter despair, saying that the video was finished.

Yunhe and the other nine, like ghosts at midnight, watched the hastily produced teaser trailer in the main conference room.

Jiang Songhe sat quietly for a moment amidst the ruins of computers, milk tea cups, and leftover food, then stood up, nodded, and said, "Very good, everyone has worked hard. You don't need to go back to the company today; consider it a day off from yesterday."

The girls gave a weak "yes" and slowly floated out of the conference room to their respective workstations to pack up and go home.

Lin Duole's eyes were quite sharp; he was about to sneak out with the Seven Wandering Souls when President Jiang caught him and reminded him.

"You, come back at 9:30 tomorrow morning."

-

After the employees left the "battlefield," Jiang Songhe took a deep breath, his tension eased slightly, and a sense of fatigue followed.

The large conference room was in a terrible state. Jiang Songhe wasn't sure what time Sister Zheng would arrive, or if she would have time to clean up before 10 o'clock. So she opened the windows to ventilate the room, cleaned up the trash herself, and took it downstairs to throw it in the bin.

I smoked a few cigarettes next to the trash can, trying to stay awake while considering whether to go home and take a nap before coming back to the office, or just sleep at the office and go home after the movie screening.

Thinking about the unpleasant parting with someone at home during the day, I find it hard to face my current situation.

So he put out his cigarette and went upstairs.

After entering through the automatic doors, I glanced at the large conference room from afar and thought of the top influencer in the material, who pursues perfection in everything, and deliberately played dumb and joked to promote his project. It was a bit heartwarming.

Finally, a compromise is made, and the matter is left to random events.

I called a car to go home, and casually went back to my room to change clothes. If someone was asleep, I went straight downstairs to get the car and headed back to the office; if the person wasn't asleep, I said goodnight before going downstairs to get the car and headed back to the office.

It's not because I miss him.